Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 291

285. He looks like Lee Semyung…

 

System

 

I don’t know either. He just grins to himself.

 

The word “grinning to himself” is seriously making me nervous.

 

Administrator

 

There’s no problem with the hotel, right?

 

System

 

There’s no problem, but it feels like he’s constantly chatting with the Demon King or something?

 

I somehow thought the Demon King was quiet.

 

Administrator

 

I’ll take care of the Demon King first when I get back.

 

First, I’m thinking of resolving the conversations with the Demon King through a forced reservation system.

 

Since they keep staying in the chat room without leaving, I don’t know what they might be plotting next time.

 

System

 

ㅇㅇ]

 

Administrator

 

Can you please be quiet until we get back to the hotel?

 

System

 

Oh, that…

 

⇲

 

Here.

 

A tiny speaker icon was drawn where the system was pointing.

 

Ah, so this is the mute icon?

 

I was a little bewildered and pressed the speaker.

 

Then the system window became quiet.

 

I sighed and took my phone out of my pocket.

 

Manager, is Geumdong here?

 

There was one thing I was more worried about than bankruptcy.

 

The manager answered right away.

 

Manager

 

(Photo)

 

It was a photo of an enormous amount of boxes filled with sweet potatoes.

 

Manager

 

I’ve confiscated them for now.

 

If you eat them all, even running around in winter until your feet sweat won’t be enough to burn it off.

 

Ah— As expected of our manager.

 

Nice.

 

(Thumbs up emoticon)

 

* * *

 

“Ugh, where’s Hwang Misoon! The air purifier just swallowed my watch! Damn it, give me back my watch right now!”

 

As soon as Junghyo stepped out of the bathroom, she heard Kim Junsoo’s scream.

 

The air purifier, which started to run wild like Pac-Man, quickly passed by her.

 

Misoon had disappeared somewhere, apparently running away to avoid Kim Junsoo. Junghyo approached Han Minhyuk and asked.

 

“What should I do?”

 

“What else can we do? We might as well take this chance to get rid of both the air purifier and Hwang Misoon at the same time.”

 

Seeing her uncle’s kindly smile sent a chill down Junghyo’s spine, and she hurried off with Moon Heeyoung to catch the rogue air purifier.

 

In the meantime—

 

Amid the chaos, a shadow quietly approached and stood beside Lee Semyung, who was silently washing the dishes.

 

It was Han Woohyun, who had come with an empty bowl.

 

“….”

 

Lee Semyung realized that fact and took his gaze slightly away from the dishes to glance at Han Woohyun’s ring finger.

 

‘You’re wearing it!’

 

Lee Semyung felt his mind go blank as he looked at the dark-colored ring.

 

‘Don’t. Talk. To. Me.’

 

He wore that expression as best as he could while scrubbing the dishes vigorously. As he quickly placed the now spotless plates onto the drying rack, he dropped a wooden cutting board.

 

As Lee Semyung bent down to pick up the cutting board, Han Woohyun’s hand moved faster and grabbed it first.

 

“Here it is, Father.”

 

“…About the title ‘Father’—”

 

Lee Semyung’s face contorted.

 

My daughter is still just a chick, and this crazy giant is… my daughter… my daughter…!

 

Lee Semyung, who had been shooting a morning drama in one go, finally calmed down and said,

 

“That title makes me uncomfortable. I don’t think we need to get any closer.”

 

Of course, if Junghyo is happy with it, there’s no reason to oppose it.

 

He’s a father who doesn’t even deserve that.

 

But Lee Semyung’s heart, unprepared for this, wouldn’t calm down no matter what.

 

“Yes.”

 

Han Woohyun quickly answered while drying the plates on the dish rack with a kitchen towel.

 

The two quietly continued their work after that brief exchange. The noisy air purifier was taken outside to the garden, and Junghyo, Kim Junsoo, and Hwang Misoon all disappeared.

 

Lee Semyung glanced sideways at Han Woohyun and thought to himself.

 

‘I thought he was a sly fox, but seeing him quietly working and staying calm, maybe he’s more like a teddy bear…?’

 

Anyway, he’s a guy you can’t figure out.

 

The BJF seemed to have completely fallen for him these days.

 

Hwang Misoon even talked nonsense.

 

‘Don’t hate my nephew-in-law too much.’

 

‘Why is he your nephew-in-law?’

 

‘No… I just don’t think he’s the type to mess around with just anyone. And more than that, he treats Junghyo really well. You don’t know, but the guy Junghyo dated before was a band vocalist who…

 

‘Junghyo dated a band vocalist?!’

 

‘Ah, slip of the tongue.’

 

Of course, because of the slip of the tongue that followed, it became impossible to clearly understand what Hwang Misoon was trying to say, but that one phrase stayed in my memory.

 

‘Junghyo has never truly given her heart to anyone except Han Woohyun. She’s always been like someone waiting for the world to end, never opening up to anyone. Han Woohyun was probably the same. Maybe the reason those kinds of people can live so earnestly is because they rely on each other.’

 

They depended on each other…

 

Lee Semyung thought of the person he had left behind.

 

A woman who had a more beautiful smile than anyone else, who shined brighter than anyone else in the world.

 

He knew better than anyone that a person can meet someone else and, through that encounter, come to see the world completely differently than before.

 

Because he had changed like that, he was able to calmly accept the second farewell.

 

Because he had to properly protect the world his wife left behind—not in the past, but in the present.

 

‘Han Woohyun is that kind of person to Junghyo too…?’

 

It was when he, with a complicated heart, placed the last washed dish onto the drying rack.

 

“Do you still hate me?”

 

Han Woohyun said in a calm voice.

 

As if it wasn’t particularly hurtful, as if it was natural.

 

“No….”

 

Not exactly that he disliked it.

 

Before, he really hated it though.

 

Lee Semyung cleared his throat softly and then spoke quietly.

 

“I just think my daughter is still too young. These days, it’s more common to marry later.”

 

“Yes?” 

 

At the mention of marriage, Han Woohyun froze for a moment like a stunned fool, then seemed to snap back to reality as he looked down at his ring.

 

“This is just… a couple rings.”

 

“Not for a proposal?”

 

Han Woohyun nodded.

 

What is it?

 

Hwang Misoon, you punk.

 

Han Woohyun smiled slightly as if he finally understood.

 

“I lost my parents early, joined the guild at a young age, so my learning was limited, and recently my uncle caused quite a stir… No, it’s not even about all that—”

 

“….?”

 

Are you saying this with a smile?

 

“It’s just that I have a lot of shortcomings, and I know very well that Junghyo isn’t just out of my league—she’s overflowing.”

 

Why is the conversation going like this?

 

Lee Semyung looked slightly flustered as he glanced at Han Woohyun’s profile.

 

There was no visible emotion on Han Woohyun’s calm face.

 

That made him even more flustered.

 

“So—”

 

Han Woohyun turned to him slightly.

 

“You really don’t have to worry too much about me. I’ll just quietly… stay by Junghyo’s side like a shadow… and when someone better comes along and she says she wants to marry him, then I’ll quietly disappear—like a shadow.”

 

“….?”

 

Seeing Han Woohyun’s face contort in pain, Lee Semyung unconsciously held his breath.

 

Just imagining Junghyo with someone else makes him wear such a pained expression—so what’s all this about quietly disappearing like a shadow?

 

But he couldn’t bring himself to voice that question out loud.

 

He could only stay still until Han Woohyun gradually regained his composure…no, not composure, but the expression he was pretending to be indifferent like before. 

 

Because Han Woohyun’s words were so sincere.

 

Because his feelings that Junghyo was too much for him were so real.

 

So he just stood still and watched Han Woohyun. Until Han Woohyun dried his towel cleanly and went out to the garden.

 

Lee Semyung approached Han Min-hyeok, who was sitting alone on the sofa, and grumbled.

 

“Why… why is he walking away like that?”

 

“….”

 

“No, why is his back so miserable?”

 

“….”

 

“A puppy that got wet in the rain? Why is he like that?”

 

“….”

 

Seeing Lee Semyung clutching his chest in agony, Han Minhyuk closed the book he was reading and set it down next to the lamp.

 

Han Minhyuk took off his dust mask and glasses, placing them gently on top of the book, then quietly stared at Lee Semyung.

 

For some reason, Lee Semyung felt a prickle in his heart at that look.

 

“What.”

 

“Wasn’t that the very reason you opposed Han Woohyun in the first place?”

 

Lee Semyung was taken aback by Han Minhyuk’s gaze. Minhyuk looked as if he had just come home with a slapped face from his in-laws’ house, his expression hurt and wounded.

 

Why is he doing this again?

 

“…No, that’s not it. My parents passed away early too, my education was cut short because I became a hunter, and I don’t keep in touch with relatives. So why would I…?”

 

Lee Semyung muttered to himself, then suddenly looked at Han Minhyuk as if he had just realized something.

 

“What?”

 

“No… No, just….”

 

“He looks like you, right?” 

 

Han Minhyuk sighed, put his glasses back on, then pulled out a new book and said,

 

“Don’t you think it’s because the paths you’ve lived through are similar?”

 

“….”

 

“I thought the same thing when I saw Han Woohyun wearing his high school uniform.”

 

You saw Han Woohyun in high school?

 

Lee Semyung glanced at Han Minhyuk’s profile as he kept his eyes fixed on the book.

 

“I thought the same thing when I saw the face of that little kid who lost both his parents in that car accident.”

 

“What… thought?”

 

“His eyes resemble Lee Semyung’s….”

 

Lee Semyung’s fist clenched.

 

So much so that he turned pale.

 

“That must be why. That guy caught Junghyo’s eye.”

 

Han Minhyuk looked at Lee Semyung as if to say, “Isn’t it obvious?”